All Alone (open~!)

Senalia

I do a little trot skip through the market, a bag of cotton dangling from my hand as I pass by an odd scene.
A girl looks kind of pale and sick. She takes a piece of bread without paying, sits on a bench, and absently begins to eat. I smile my soft little smile as I walk up to her.
I set down the bag on the bench and sit next to her, tilting my head to the side slightly and staring off into the distance for a moment before turning to speak to her, my smile still on my lips as my eyes wander to the confused baker who's looking around.
"I think he wants it back," I say in a soft, quiet voice. "But if you really are hungry, I'd be happy to pay for it."
I remember seeing her eyes full of dull pain, and continue.
"I'd be happy to leave if you'd like me to."
I'm still smiling, and wave a little to the baker. He frowns at me, and his face has a funny expression on it, as if I'm really confusing him.